NOTE: Okay another interlude thingy, since there isn´t happening much sexy time now and in the near future… so here is some from the past. I´m kind of sad since the two of them don´t get along so well right now, I´d to write something from the past! And I´d already planned this one so you get it earlier than expected! So warning for kind of graphic description of sex. Hope you enjoy, well that sounds kinda wrong now… anyway enjoy .

Interlude – Sherlock/Gemma

Pillow Talk

(The second day of Sherlock´s and Gemma´s stay at the hotel back when everything was still easy, Sherlock´s POV)

In the moment right before awakening when the conscious mind hasn´t yet overcome the unconscious state of a restful deep sleep Sherlock felt contempt, maybe even happy. He stirred and in the haze of awakening he believed for a moment to be at home in his bed. His confusion only grew when he heard the breathing pattern of another person pressed against his side. Radiating warmth with legs intertwined with his own and a head resting heavy on his shoulder. He blinked a few times to see an unruly mob of dark hair next to his face and slowly he remembered the events of last night and he groaned already certain he´d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

All his life he´d chosen to be an observer of human interaction and not to get involved. For once he´d thrown caution over board and let other regions of his body decide; obviously a poor choice. Even more so including the fact that he not only had his emotions get the better of him but also including the fact that he´d done so with a psychopathic instable mass-murderer. He groaned again loathing his poor decision-making. But what he really felt wasn´t regret, to be honest with himself he had enjoyed the intercourse more than he would like to admit. Absentminded he started to count the white outlines of faded injuries on the pale skin of the sleeping criminal. In this weak sentimental state of mind Sherlock was in right now he wished they could just stay here in this hotel-room in this bed hiding from the world that would probably sooner than later force them to part again. The bliss of feeling deeply connected to another person was something he´d never encountered before and would rather not lose again so soon. Gemma stirred and the peaceful feeling of being alone and not at the same time ended.

Gemma had vanished into the bathroom and Sherlock could hear the shower distantly while he stared at the ceiling.

After a moment of contemplation Sherlock followed her into the bathroom. He was surprised to see her standing under the stream of water. Dark locks of hair matted to her head. She was very still and her eyes were glazed over and distant. A few minutes passed until she snapped out of it searching her dark eyes met his. Her expression completely horrified. Silence hung over them and maybe there was a low sob escaping her lips but Sherlock couldn´t be sure with the constant roaring of the water so close to his ears. Instead of speaking she threw her arms around him closing the distance between their naked bodies. Her fingernails dug deep in the skin of his shoulder-blades clutching to him as if her life depended on it.

Sherlock blinked once startled and confused and then the moment of weakness was gone and there was something else. She pressed her lips against the crook of his neck. His arms previously useless at his side lifted to her hips an involuntary reaction to the sexual advance. Sherlock closed his eyes letting his head fall back as she dragged her parted lips over his carotid artery. Under his fingertips he felt the soft flesh of her hips. Speaking of bad decisions… he felt himself getting hard very quickly as Gemma pushed her body even closer against him biting his neck softly. Sherlock decided it didn´t really matter at this point anyway. Slowly he pushed her backwards against the cold tiles and without much effort lifted her up until she could wrap her legs around his waist. His long fingers winded in her hair at the back of her head, his grip tightened in the wet mess and he tugged it back. Gemma gasped with her throat bared. Sherlock leaned closer to her neck beginning to kiss the sensitive skin. "Sherlock…" Her voice was barely audible a low and weak whisper but still a clear demand to Sherlock´s ears. Gemma lifted her hips a bit to change the angle. Dreadfully slow in Sherlock´s opinion she sank down on his length with a relieved sigh.

Sherlock closed his eyes letting go of her hair wrapping his arm around her shoulder. This felt by far better than it should. Probably it was so much more enthralling because she was forbidden – well should be at least be forbidden to him. Maybe because they were so much alike…

"Shut up Sherlock!" Dark orbs fixed him through thick lashes. He raised his brows in confusion.

"I didn´t say anything." He stated a little out of breath pushing her against the tiles a bit too forceful but she didn´t seem to mind.

"You´re thinking too goddamn loud! It´s distracting and if you don´t stop I will gag your mind!" And with that said she moved her hips in a delicious motion that let Sherlock´s mind go completely blank.

"Better." She murmured with her lips close to the corner of his mouth. "And now you better end what you´ve started my brilliant detective."

They were lying on the bed again both equally exhausted Gemma took a drag from a cigarette she held between her fingers.

"So not a virgin then…" She said more to herself than to Sherlock.

"Why would you think that?" He asked taking the cigarette from her fingers.

"Mmhh I told you before I had an eye on you for many years and there never was someone you´re involved with. At least not that I could find… what usually means there is none."

"Well, if you say so." He smirked more to himself. "But maybe I prefer to keep my encounters private."

"Do tell."

"The concept of private is not that hard to understand."

"You are boring… but skilful I´ve to admit" She pouted trying to take the cigarette back but Sherlock held it out of her reach.

"The basic knowledge of the female body is easy to acquire." He stated matter-of-factly.

Gemma chuckled amused.

"Oh honey really? Do you care to elaborate?"

"What do you…?" Sherlock started his question but at Gemma´s raised eyebrow and her lopsided smirk realisation dawned on him. "Oh. Ohhh!"

Gemma laughed out loud at Sherlock´s changing facial expression. He leaned over her to throw the cigarette in an empty glass on the bedside table. Now he smirked loaming over her for a moment before trailing down her body with tender kisses.

"Right here is a spot most women find to be arousing." Sherlock started his explanation in a low rumbling voice slowly pushing to fingers inside her for a few inches before crooking them slightly getting an immediate reaction from his lover. "If you combine the effort with the usage of tongue first carefully applied around this area…" Sherlock stopped and lowered his head to demonstrate his statement this time causing her to throw her head back into the cushions exclaiming a curse. "You see, if you get the desired response you simply apply more pressure and slow movement." Again he emphasized his explanation.

"Oh god, go on!"

"Tell me…" Slowly he dragged his tongue over her clit moving his long fingers very slowly before finishing the question. "Where were you born?"

Sherlock saw the realisation on her face and she gritted her teeth but nonetheless answered: "Bastard! Hong Kong." Sherlock continued too slowly for her liking so she moved her hips against his fingers earning her a hard slap against her thigh. "Do not move." He commanded grabbing her hip-bone with his free hand. Gemma never knew how arousing she would find it since normally she was the one ordering.

"Where did you grow up?" Just the deep rumbling of his interrogative voice in this compromising situation made this delicious torture so much better.

"I could not answer, you know." She moaned again her pelvic muscles contracted around Sherlock´s fingers. "But you will." He smirked before using his tongue again in the most delicious way. "You already know the answer."

"Mmmh. Who is your first in command?"

"Never going to answer that one…" Her eyes were shut tightly and her fingers curled into fists in his hair. Quickly her breathing pattern became more uneven and Sherlock knew that he didn´t have much time left to ask questions but instead of choosing actually relevant ones he was more curious about something else.

"How many –" But Gemma interrupted him mid-sentence: "Three! There were three including you!" She rattled off almost shouted the answer to the unfinished question. Sherlock was satisfied and it didn´t take much more of his ministrations to tip her over the edge. The fists in his curls tightened and the rest of her muscles followed suit when she came with a deep moan and a lip-bite that Sherlock found immensely arousing for some reason.

"Oh dear that was – extraordinary." Gemma whispered still panting and then she smiled at him with pupils still dilated from the orgasm. A few minutes she didn´t move catching her breath.

"Thank you." Sherlock replied with a self-satisfied smile sitting up between her thighs.

"Oh don´t be a prick about it!" Gemma shoved him away from her. "Let´s get something to eat. I´m starving!"